Bakugou With A Girlfriend Who’s Always Sleepy. Says She’s Not Tired But He Sees Her Droopy Eyes And

i LOVE! clingy soft bakugou i don’t even care. IT IS SO ADORABLE TO SEE SUCH A BRASH CHARACTER SO CARING AND SOFT FOR SOMEONE

When You’re Being Clingy

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ooc bakugou bc he’s supa soft only for you

My girl🧡: sukiiiii i miss you come hommmmmee🥺

Suki <3: i miss you too pretty girl i’ll be home soon. this meeting is taking me forever, deku won’t stop talking.

My girl🧡: just leave they don’t need you there because i need you here. Don’t they know your girlfriend wants attention?

Suki <3: bastards. i swear they’re taking forever on purpose.

Suki <3: I know i wanna be there too baby. then when i’m home your suki’s gonna give you all his attention

My girl🧡: but want you now🥺

Suki <3: Fucking finally just got outa there i’m coming baby leave the door unlocked i forgot my key this morning.

My girl🧡: kay 😊

Suki <3: okay i’ll be there in a bit, I love you Y/N

My girl🧡: Love you too suki <3

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When Sparks Fly

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bakugou x fem!reader

wc: 1.2k

cw: dry humping, dom bkg, dirty talk, pet names, praiiiiiiseeee!!! lmk if i missed anything!

synopsis: Sex with him feels electric, especially the desperate kind

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You were being such a good girl for him while he was away on a mission, always calling him the same time of night, taking care of your shared apartment, but most importantly, not touching yourself. His sweet honest girl that would cry to him on the phone whining about how she “can’t cum without him” was the real tell tale sign you were telling the truth. Because in all honesty he thought you were gonna break, a month is a long time to go without falling apart at the hands of your lover, or well any hands for that matter, but he knew you were good for him. So good. Which is why tonight, after all that waiting, he’s finally gonna take you like he’s dreamt about for so long.

He so badly just wanted to lunge across the table and rip off your beautiful expensive dress to fuck you right there, wandering eyes be damned. But he was a man of patience and he wanted to make you feel good, put your needs first instead of his for once… aka give you the best “I missed you” sex of your life. Bakugou was absolutely determined that by the end of the night you would be crying on his cock after cumming an absurd amount of times at his will.

“Suki are you okay? You’ve been staring at me this whole time.” You shyly speak, worry lacing your tone.

His eyes wrack up and down your body once more before he gives the ridiculously sexy smirk that you adore. Bakugou leans forward eyes clouded with lust to whisper in your ear, “Just thinking about you crying on my cock.” He kisses your neck innocently to make it seem like a family friendly conversation however you knew it was anything but.

A dark blush spreads to the tips of your ears and you turn your head away in embarrassment. “S-suki not here… you just got back.” Your tone has a little whine to it but he sees past the stubbornness straight into the pure desire you felt for him.

“So then lets leave. We both knew where it was gonna end up anyways so let’s just skip to the part we’ve both been dying for baby.” He grabs your hand to practically drag you out of the fancy establishment all the way to his nice car, you know the kind with a roaring engine that would make the average person say he was over compensated for something.

He ripped open the door for you, even making a point to buckle you himself so he could smother you with one last kiss before he drove you home. Bakugou races home probably breaking about thirty laws in the process but it was all worth it when he pulled into the driveway, relief finally settling in knowing what was to come.

He opens the door for you once more gently taking your hand to guide you inside. The two of you meet for a sloppy, desperate kiss. Tongues exploring one another’s mouths as his big hands paw at your ass. You keep moving backwards until your back runs into what you could only assume to be a wall and for the first time in forever he speaks.

“Jump baby, c’mon gotta feel you closer.” He near whimpers. Following his command you hop up into his strong hold, dress hiking up in the process. Now you can feel it, what you’ve been aching for for the past four weeks. Bakugou’s dick was positioned perfectly at your entrance, the only thing blocking it was his slacks and your panties but that could be fixed right?

You reach down to pathetically claw at his pants in an attempt to will them off magically. “S-suki please take- take them off. Needa feel you, want you in me now.” You beg and a low grumbly chuckle falls from his lips.

“Nah, I wanna take my time with you, gonna make my pretty girl feel so good yeah?” The first slow grind of his hips against yours makes you shudder at the pleasure. “Ah fuck yeah.” You sigh out just letting him take control of everything with little to no setback.

The deliberate, calculated ruts of his hips have your head lulling to the side the a dopey smile etched across your features. Bakugou kisses down your neck with opened mouth movements, tongue seemingly moving in tandem with his hips. The button of his pants catching perfectly on your clit with each passing movement making it all the more enjoyable. Suddenly you were caught off guard by him taking you over to the couch where he sets you back down on him, perched perfectly on his across his strong thighs straddling him. However during the transition all of the moving stopped, now resorting to wet kisses placed across his neck as his hands rest on your thighs.

The more time that passed the more impatient he became, trying to subtly nudge you to move again. Once again taking matters into his own hands, he roughly ruts his hips up into yours, jolting your body from the unexpected feeling. “Gotta move, sweetheart. G-go on, thaaaat’s it, fuck.” He curses as you begin to once more, grind yourself into him. Bakugou grips your thighs harder, one hand even moving to to rub your ass, guiding you into him more. He loves the way your head falls back in pleasure, the way your hips have a mind of their own continuously chasing the euphoric feeling of him. You move faster as he pulls you to move harder, making the noises that come from your mouth uncontrollable at this point.

“God fuck, you feel so good katsu, m-more please. I-I think i’m close su-ah suki.” He looks up into your eyes for the first time in a while seeing them glossed over, clouded with lust and more importantly love. The look of pure adoration that you could only feel for him. One of his hands softly guides itself up your body to grip your jaw to being your mouth back to his, kissing you with more raw emotion than he could have ever expressed with words. “You can cum, pretty. Go ahead sweets, you can do it, do it for your suki”

That was the final push to make your body convulse with pleasure, cumming in your underwear all over his nice slacks. He holds you against him as you catch your breath before speaking again

“Gonna show you how much I missed you.” You were in for a long night.

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𓆩☆𓆪 collusion [iwaizumi hajime][nsfw]

☆ synopsis: you have your first time with iwaizumi

☆ warnings: college bf!iwa, mating press, pet names (he calls you ‘princess’ and other things), praise kink, dirty talk

☆ notes: i’ve written for him a whopping total of one other time so pls be nice 🫶🏾

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the first time you take iwaizumi, you aren’t expecting for it to be so intense.

the man currently hovers over you, his hips snug against yours with his muscular arms placed by your head as he presses his weight into you. a pillow is placed under your hips to aid you. the smell of his cologne and aftershave filters your nose and mind, making you shiver as your senses think nothing but of him. there’s nothing that can distract from this moment.

“haji, please…” you hiccup, tears brimming your doe eyes as he slowly pushes his thick cock inside of you. the burn making your legs shake. you’re not sure what you’re begging for, but you just want him to do…something.

your boyfriend coos, a smile on his face as he looks down at you. “you’re doing so well, princess, just a little more.” he praises, leaving a kiss on your temple. his emerald eyes are trained on how your cunt greedily swallows his cock. how your arousal slicks him up and makes it easier to move. to slide into you. he thinks your pretty little cunt was made just to handle him.

from all the times you had taken him in your pretty little mouth or used your hands, it’s obvious neither one of those things can compare to the feeling of your pussy. it’s so warm and inviting, he can help but admit that a small part of him just wants to be able to break you.

…but the one thing he doesn’t want to do is hurt you. that’s the last thing he ever would want to happen. his large, calloused hands hold you gently and with the utmost care. he’s already sweating a little as your vice like grip on his cock makes it hard for him to breathe.

by the time he is fully inside of you, you both groan, eye contact held as his heavy balls press into your clit.

he’s pretty—too pretty, you think, as you watch him struggle to keep composure from being inside of you. a man who isn’t shaken up by a lot is suddenly crumbling apart in your hold. pride swells in your chest from knowing you’re the one making him feel this way.

“so full…” you gasp, toes curling.

iwaizumi shudders, readjusting himself above you. “fuck, you’re so tight…” he grunts, closing his eyes for a moment.

eventually, he snaps his hips back.

“o-oh…” you squeak, nails going to dig into his tanned skin.

you’ve never seen iwaizumi nervous, but as he gauges your reactions, he looks worried.

“too much?” he asks, starting to pull away, but your small hands only tug him back, shaking your head.

“perfect haji, i want more…” you plea, your voice small as you bury your face in his shoulder.

“tell me when it’s okay to move…alright?” his other hand tilts your face up towards him so that you look at him.

your hand traces over the apple of his cheek and you move your hand to run through his hair. “i’m okay, you can move now.”

he swallows before nodding. “‘kay.”

iwaizumi doesn’t hesitate to move his hips when he sees the needy look on your face. his mind becomes filled with a primal need to fill you up.

“you feel so good…better than i imagined.” he huffs, knitting his brows together. his hand laces itself with your own and gives it a comforting squeeze.

you nod wordlessly and the look of bliss in your face may be enough to get iwa to cum. you already look so fucked out just from having his dick in you.

he’s amazed, is this what it’s really like? to make someone feel good? he’s had experience in the past before of course, but those were only flings. none of those girls meant anything to him like you do. you’re different. you’re special to him.

“you must be an angel, or else it would be a sin for someone to feel this good.” he moans—and when he moans, you swear it’s the most heavenly sound you’ve ever heard.

it must be so good, because your orgasm creeps up on you and your body convulses as your pussy clamps down on iwaizumi’s cock. he groans, mouth falling slack in awe at the way you attempt to milk him of all his glory.

“d-did you just cum?” he inquired, but by the way your eyes just rolled back and legs quiver, there was no telling otherwise. your flustered expression is so cute and he laughs before his eyes darken.

“gonna make you do it again.” he growls, before moving your legs higher up on his waist. you squeal as the breath in your lungs is nearly knocked out of you from his force.

“shouldn’t be this close to cumming, but i can’t help myself when i’m in you, i suppose.” he laughs against your neck, vibrations sending butterflies in your stomach. “you just feel so good, baby.”

“h-hajime…-jime…” you whine, nearly hiccuping at his pace and stamina.

“take it so fucking well, just look at you. it feels good, yeah? you like the way my thick cock fills you up?” he tilts his head before he’s leaning over to smash his lips against yours. you moan at his taste and nod, nails digging into his broad back. your fingers don’t hesitate to trace over his hard muscle.

“yes! feels so good, haji,” you breathe once pulling away from his lips. “always make me feel so good. you’re so handsome.” you praise, and the man feels a warm feeling bloom in his chest.

he huffs, slowing his strokes as he tries to hide his blush. “d-don’t say stuff like that…”

“‘s true.” you glare before your face brightens with an idea.

“can i ride you?” you ask, and he falters for a moment at your question.

he blinks and swallows hard. his palms getting sweaty. “i-i don’t think that—”

your eyes tear up, and your mouth moves to a pout. “please? wanna show you how handsome you are.”

knowing he can’t say no to you—especially when you look the way you do, he sighs before turns the both of you over so that you’re on top. he rolls his eyes at your beaming smile but can’t help the chuckle that leaves him.

he pinches your side, shaking his head. “stubborn little minx, this is supposed to be about you.” he moans when you slide back down on his cock. “oh, shit—”

you don’t know where to place your hands but your boyfriend grabs them before placing them on his chest.

“there you go, that’s it.” he praises as you ride him in an amateur way. but with the way his cock drags over your pussy, you only gain more confidence to make him and yourself feel good.

your rhythm is clumsy as you bounce on his lap, but with the way your breasts press against his chest and you moan freely, he can’t help the throbbing that rushes to his incredibly hard cock.

“god, you feel so good. doing so good for me.” he moans, nearly whimpering.

he helps by bouncing you in his lap, and his eyes can’t help but notice the wet mess you’re leaving behind on his thighs. your cunt, helplessly drooling on his cock as he fucks up into you causing the wet sounds between both of your to become nasty and loud.

“so handsome haji, so pretty…cock just as pretty as you, too…” you ramble, and the glazed over look in your eyes should be in a painting, because by god he doesn’t want to forget this image in front of him.

“you’re so beautiful haji.”

you’re kissing all over his chest and neck, teeth offering to mark and nip him the same way he does you. you reach his face and plant dozens of kisses on him, making him laugh in a light, uncharacteristic way.

“you’re gonna be the death of me, princess…” he sighs, breath shaking as he grips your hips, harder. his mouth moves over your bouncing breasts to suck and lick on them.

you whine again, clenching on him tighter at the euphoric feeling. the brunette is seeing stars at this point.

“fuck…i’m gonna cum…” iwaizumi hisses, his hips and pace becoming sloppy.

“please please please,” you whine, “w-wanna cum with you…”

and with how you beg for him, how can he deny you—his angel, his princess, of what you deserve?

“of course, sweetness, since you asked so nicely.” he cooed, kissing your temple. the gesture contrasts the rough nature of him flipping you back over. he moves your legs over his shoulder before sliding back into you with a driving force.

there’s no sound that comes out of your mouth and you only stare up at him in awe. his thick, calloused fingers reach between the two of you to rub at your clit.

he smirks, kissing your nose. “come on, sweetheart, need you to cum again on my cock. need to feel you milk me dry.” he coaxes.

his words send you over, and you cum hard—way harder than the first two times. iwaizumi grunts before powering through to move some more before he’s spilling thick rope after thick rope into the condom.

there’s a brief pause before iwaizumi slowly pulls out of you, apologizing and kissing your hand when you wince. he lowers your legs before his hands smooth over the muscle, massaging them tenderly.

“was that too much?” he looks over your sternly, making sure you’re not hurt.

“it was perfect. i loved it.” you hum, lacing your hands with his.

he squeezes back. “i’m..i’m glad.” he seems flustered from your comment, and it’s funny how it’s the same man who just had you folded over like a lawn chair.

after disposing the condom, he picks you up bridal style before moving you both into the bathroom. he sits you on the lid of the toilet seat before moving to start the bath.

you sit up on the seat. “you know i wasn’t just saying things in the moment. i really believe all of those things. and i know you do, too.”

his cheeks burn. “i know. i appreciate it. and i appreciate you more.” he kisses your forehead, smiling.

and maybe as long as he keeps fucking you good, he’ll hear more of your praises about him.

after all, the collusion you’ve imprinted on his heart isn’t going anywhere.

oh god.

Bakugou calling you princess at any given opportunity just to make your heart melt a little and make you squirm while you wait for him to growl the pet name in your ear while he fucks you good and hard.

thinking about his muscles

*sighhhhh* me too babe. me too😔

YOURE A LITTERAL ANGEL AMELIA THANKS FOR THE KATSUKI CUDDLES

HEADCANNONS COMING SOON!!!

Just thinking about Virgin Bakugou who has absolutely no idea what the hell he’s looking at when he sees you for the first time.

Yeah, he’s watched porn and he essentially knows what a pussy looks like, but it’s a completely surreal experience seeing it wet and dripping right in front of him.

Especially knowing it’s connected to you.

He silently loves the fact that you’re directing him through how to pleasure you. He was ready to argue, but the thought of being bad or even hurting you started to override his superiority complex of knowing and being amazing at everything.

You tell him to lay between your spread legs, how to touch you, where. You spread your own puffy lips, pink opening glistening with your arousal as he just moans at the sight, grinds his rapidly filling cock against the mattress.

He dives in before you give him proper instructions, just starts lapping at your entrance, sucking up the rolls of slick that drops between your cheeks. He practically sucks the dampened sheets underneath your ass in between desperate lips, eyes rolling in the back of his head at your sweet taste.

He just laps at your opening for a while before you tug his soft, spiky hair tight in your fingers. You’re trying to be gentle about guiding him, but he’s just taking what he wants.

He needs to listen.

So you pull your lips back further with one hand, legs spreading even wider so he could get an even clearer view of your fluttering hole that’s slick with your juices and his spit. You use your index finger to roll slightly over you clit as you force his head to become eye level with it.

“Lick her. Pay attention to her. Give her a kiss, just focus on her. Okay, handsome?”

You try to use your sweetest voice, which actually works. Bakugou moans, nodding his head as much as he can in your grip. He lowers his head, still keeping eye contact as he gives your clit the softest little kiss. When your eyes flutter, a breathy moan slipping through your lips, is when he realizes he’s doing everything right.

He goes about it viciously the more you moan, the more your hips shake, the harder your grip gets in his hair, the harder you buck your trembling cunt against his open and pliant mouth. He knows his cock is leaking like a faucet on the bedsheet with the way he’s grinding and humping it, like some feral dog.

“Good boy,” you praise through a whine. “Good f-fucking boy, Katsuki. You listen s’good, handsome.” You’re slurring, one hand pinching your nipple while the other shoved Bakugou even further between your thighs. You’re warming his ears at this point, heels digging into his strong back as you never let him come up for air. He doesn’t act like he needs it anyway, not with the way he greedily gulps your juices and inhales your scent with a shuddering moan.

“Just put a finger inside—ah! Just like th-that! Fuck I’m gonna—” Bakugou listens immediately, shoving not one, but two thick fingers inside of your sopping wet heat. He pumps his fingers twice, one more time with a curl and you’re bursting all over his face.

Your release is messy, prolonged as he continues sucking on your clit lazily, trying to help you come down from your high. After you push softly at his head, he’s pulling away and sitting up on heels.

Bakugou is panting, his cock drooling an obscene amount of precum as he grips his base to keep from coming too early. He looks desperate, cheeks red, eyes low, his bottom lip bitten harshly between white teeth. He waits for further instruction like the good boy he wants you to call him.

“Now fuck me with this fat cock like a good boy, before I fucking take it.” You can’t help but growl. He just looks so good like this, all desperate, his cock hanging heavily between thick muscled thighs you want to crush you, hanging onto your every word and whisper. He whimpers, fucking whimpers, body shivering as he grips himself harder to keep from coming. You can feel your eyebrows raise in surprise.

“Oh? You like that? Like the thought of being used as my human dildo?” You tease, leaning forward to grip his pulsing cock between your hands, batting his own away. He nods, mouth dropping open to let a quiet groan as you pump him quickly, building him up until he’s close to coming. You let go when he starts to fuck into your hand, when his balls start tightening up closer to his body, when his tongue starts to slowly loll out of his mouth.

He releases a frustrated grunt, red eyes glowering down at you as he pouts. You can’t help but laugh, bringing your hand to your mouth to lick away the precum that has made your hand sticky, keeping eye contact the entire time. You crook a finger to him, and he follows, almost in a daze.

Grabbing his cock again, you position it at your wet entrance, rubbing the tip against you, slapping it down onto your clit wetly. After getting the choked gasp and whine you wanted, you lay back, wrap your legs around his tiny waist and smirk.

“Better not come too fast, or else I’ll really use you like a human fucking dildo. Get to work, handsome.” And he does.

Just thinking about Virgin Bakugou.

PART TWO PART TWO PART TWO

The Light In Your Eyes

My fancies are fireflies Specks of living light Twinkling in the dark -Rabindranath Tagore

synopsis. At a party held in Katsuki's honor for winning sports festival (again), — he finds that he doesn't quite mind being caught helping the extra with the annoyingly pretty eyes catch fireflies instead of celebrating, especially when he could see the embers in them reflecting so close to his own.

pairing. bakugou x reader

word count. 1.4k words

genres & warnings. fluff, swearing, aged-up slightly

notes. uhhh a lil fic for what is hopefully my summer comeback. Maybe I'll finally finish those requests for this ol' boys birthday event from like a month ago and work on the pile of drafts that are slowly rotting away in the backrooms of Tumblr - _ -

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His eyes flickered down to your soft, glossy lips and snapped away just as quickly, praying that you didn’t notice.

Dimming rays of sunlight weaved through your hair and soaked your skin, making you look ethereal in the soft glow of the sun.

Fuck, you were so fuckin' pretty.

After winning the Sports Festival for the third year in a row, Katsuki’s classmates had insisted that they celebrate by throwing a party at his house in his honor. Despite his protests, the hag and his old man were happy to comply.

He really hadn’t expected that many people to show up, but now it seemed as if the entire school was crammed into his house.

There were adults and students he had never met before in his life, shaking his hand and patting his back in congratulations like old friends. Even icyhot's old man had turned up, — nodding his head and muttering a gruff congratulations. Maybe he was finally pulling that enormous garbage fire from his ass and trying to be a better person.

His classmates from 3-A had invited all their friends from other classes, and their parents had pitched in the effort too. His kitchen counter was overflowing with all sorts of snacks and desserts, and he couldn't go anywhere near the trashcan without someone materializing in front of him to drop something new on his plate.

Most of the adults were crowding the living room inside, jabbering on about the latest controversial tweet by a pro-hero, or exchanging pictures of a newborn baby from a cousin they don’t interact with outside of Facebook.

He scoffed; they might as well start a knitting circle with the amount of gossip they were dishing out.

Many of the students were out in his backyard playing music from speakers the size of his head, all littering the lawn and trampling over the perfectly green and even turf he had spent so much time meticulously growing.

Katsuki on the other hand was surrounded by his all too loud friends who were chatting away about something he couldn’t bother listening to.

The drink in his hands was nearing room temperature the longer he went on to disregard it, he was just much too busy glowering at you.

Your dumb face. On the other side of the room.

You were laughing at something some extra you knew from another class had said. Your head was thrown back, and your shoulders trembled with laughter.

Katsuki’s glare only deepened as he took in the way your hair fell in waves around your face, the long earrings on either side of your face dangling wildly as you shook.

You’ve been here since the party started and hadn’t spared him anything more than an, “Yea, I already knew you y’were gonna beat their asses”, — (which had made his chest flush with pride), — when you first arrived, before running off somewhere with your friends.

Not that he cared. Really, you're just an extra.

No matter if you made his palms get especially sweaty. Or if your skin seemed to glow in the right kind of light. Or if he wants to run his hands through your hair when it flows in the wind when you walk to the train together. Or if he can’t help but stare whenever you're in the same room as him.

Yea, — just an extra.

He pried his eyes off your form and loured into his drink. He grunted when shitty hair nudged him in the shoulder and raised an irritated eyebrow when he gestured wildly with his eyes.

Suddenly you were right in front of him, smiling and saying something he couldn’t hear over the music.

Shit

He scrunched his eyebrows, and you rolled your eyes at him. His eyes widened as you grabbed the sleeve of the button-up he was wearing and pulled him down so you could talk closer to his ear. His vision in line with your collarbone, Katsuki’s ears burned and his breath hitched in his throat.

God, What the hell did you want with him?

“Come help me catch fireflies outside!” You yelled over the noise.

He drew back and fixed you with an exasperated look, trying to stealthily steady the heavy beating of his heart.

“Fireflies?” He questioned. “Why would I help you catch fireflies?”

You rolled your eyes like it was obvious.

"Because there's a bunch of em' out there, and I don't wanna go by myself."

He looked down his nose at you and raised an eyebrow, trying to look unimpressed.

"Why don't you go chase some bugs with those friends of yours instead of botherin' me hah?"

After all, you had ditched him for them in the first place.

You pouted and Katsuki resisted the urge to squish your cheeks together in his hands.

"The others are busy with the snacks, or sucking face with each other so they don't wanna come with me."

You looked up at him with such eager and hopeful eyes that he had no choice but to give in. He knew you were probably doing it on purpose too, you knew what you did to him — but he couldn't find it in him to care.

He rolled his eyes and sighed, "Fine, whatever, let's go nerd."

Katsuki prompted to ignore the delighted look the hag shot him from where she had obviously been listening from the couch, and the teasing glances from his friends.

He pushed past you and your annoyingly bright eyes, and headed for the yard.

He spent what seemed like almost the rest of the party outside, — at least until the sun began setting over the horizon. Casting a warm, comforting orange hue over the them

Occasionally he would point one out to you and you would dash after it to catch it mid flight. Soon you had almost all the kids outside helping you as well.

A handful of highschoolers darted around his yard giggling maniacally, and catching lightning bugs.

His scowl softened over time as he watched you prance around and twirl in your pretty long dress as you chased little flickers of light around like a kid.

You had more than a fist full of the little sparklers when someone called out your name from inside the house.

"Hey! Come help me pack the snacks!"

Katsuki saw you scowl at the interruption and yell back a reply. You spun around until your gaze landed on him and you started making your way towards him.

"What do you want now." He asked when you were right in front of him.

You didn't answer him, — but with the hand not holding the fireflies, you picked up one of his big, scarred hands and cradled it in your much smaller ones.

He watched in surprise, as soft fingers gently pried his hand open, and one by one began placing the small flashing beetles in his palm.

His eyes roamed unabashedly over your face while you worked, — taking in the way your eyebrows scrunched over eyes narrowed in concentration, and the way your lips mouthed numbers as you counted them.

Someone hollered your name from inside again and you threw her head back in annoyance. “I’m coming, give me a minute!”

Looking back, you cupped your hand over his to make sure the fireflies didn't escape and turned your big doe eyes up at him.

His heart stuttered annoyingly at the proximity, and he had to hold himself back from accidentally setting off explosions from his hands.

Surely you were doing this on purpose, Katsuki thought, as he tried not to focus on the way your skin felt on his hands, or the shadow of your lashes, thick with liner when you blinked.

From this close he could count your individual eyelashes and make out the small lights dancing around your irises from the reflections of other lightning bugs glowing around them.

His eyes flickered down to your soft, glossy lips and snapped away just as quickly, praying that you didn’t notice.

Dimming rays of sunlight weaved through your hair and soaked your skin, making you look ethereal in the soft glow of the sun.

Fuck, you were so fuckin' pretty.

“Don’t let them go, ok?” You whispered quickly.

Katsuki’s lips twitched.

You let go of his hand, and he curled his fingers over them to keep the bugs in place. He could feel the little things scurrying around in his palm.

“Be careful with them, and I’ll be right back, alright.” You told him.

He straightened and nodded resolutely.

You beamed blindingly at him, and for a moment, — All Might could have sucker punched him in the face and he wouldn't have noticed.

Turning on your heel, you took off in the direction of the house, your dress swaying around your ankles as you moved.

Deflating, he let out a long breath he didn’t realize he was holding as he watched your form disappear inside.

Doing a double take, he saw his own mother staring back at him from out the window with a shit-eating grin that much resembled his own. He groaned out loud in annoyance.

She knew.